User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-26024035-20160423200611/@comment-26024035-20160426214818

Bazir wrenched the eye out of a searat, the rat's face flesh snapping like wet rope as the feathered Advisor flew upward with the eye in his talons, narrowly avoiding an arrow from a desperate ferret as the missile whistled past the crow's head. The squishly little thing fell from his talons and rolled into the cart as the crow winged a safe distance to watch the scene in awe. Was that the chieftain of the landcrawlers he saw fighting the mighty Wroc Caw there? Bazir knocked a raven out of the branches he himself had perched in. "Protect your leader! Go!"